"That puts a gigantic damper on my plans," she deadpanned, then frowned. "This city does that? That's terribly... I'd say nice, but I don't know what other kind of changes it makes. And I did just find myself here out of nowhere, I can't say that's exactly nice. It's the city itself that does this? How do you know that? What exactly's going on here?" It felt weird to be the one asking questions. That was a Newsie's thing. She was the one who distracted, or who couched things in metaphors to make it easier to swallow. Or, recently, the one who stood back and watched things fall as they would. She suddenly and acutely missed Alaric, with his Newsie's eye for the details that she was undoubtedly missing.
But for now, next things next. "I guess that can wait," she said, sighing. "Too many questions at once makes for a really confused questioner once the answers start rolling in. The stitches are out, I've been taking daily walks and doing everything else I was advised to do, but the whole area's still very tender. And I know I was due for follow-up exams sometime soon." She rolled her shirt up her ribcage matter-of-factly, showing Dr. Lecter the scars high on her stomach and turning to show the matching exit wound on her back. Both were still raw, reddish-pink against her skin. The surgical scar from where she had been opened up to repair her internal organs was long and precise, compared to the twist of tissue on her back.
She looked visibly taken aback by his remarks about money. "Seriously. So it's some kind of... I don't know, free money utopia? Seriously, what is this place?"